Leg World # 88, June 2011, Leg Action

6 Watch Her Cum Then Lick Her Clean!
Kiera demands tongue from her obedient toe-Iicker!
14 Solefully Your
Readers spill all about their kinky lives!
16 She Fucks Toys, But Only Toys With Men
We wonder whether Terri is as bitchy as she sounds!
22 You Confess!
Secret fetish lives, playing footsie and more!
24 "Wank For Me Twice Daily, Footman!"
Show your wet appreciation for Kayden's pix!
32 Gallery of Gams
What makes these legs on different girls so hot?
40 Tootsie Tales: "Watch Me Get Messy, Mister!"
Felicia sploshes herself with ice cream!
44 "See What I Do With My Legs?"
Melissa enjoys sharing her stems with appreciative men!
52 A Domme's Tale
What it takes to turn an adventurous young woman into a Pro-Dom!
54 Even Tougher Than Her Boots!
Mistress Madison is losing her patience!
60 Foot Slaves Make Her Giggle!
Veronica grins when men finally lose control over her toes!
66 "You Can Kiss My Ass If You Want!"
Georgia is playful but not bitchy!
92 Fishnet Frenzy
Abbey goes wild for Faith in her tights!

THE SEAMY SIDE
Bending 'em over my knee!
One of the perks of working at a sex magazine are the boxes of toys manufacturers send our way. That's how I found my favorite paddle, the black patent leather and rhinestone studded "Bound by Diamonds" from California Exotic Novelties. Fun and glamorous, I decided to test its functionality at a New York City "spanking dub".
There are two spanking clubs in the area, one having broken off from the original. I heard the original club had a set of rules as strict and firm as their paddles. That's the one I visited with my friend Kinky Boy, and his wife. Admission is less for those who come as a couple and I didn't want to be the fifth wheel, so I thought about who I'd bring. I recalled someone I'd met at TES-Fest, a fellow I'd heard was into getting spanked. I gathered that he was very religious, I just didn't realize how much until called him to meet me at the spanking club. Robert couldn't answer the phone on Friday night or Saturday...it was the Sabbath. A very observant Jew, he also told me he couldn't venture into Manhattan for a Saturday night rendezvous until November, when daylight savings time ceased, as he couldn't travel on the Sabbath (which ended at sunset). Neither could he have any money on him that Saturday. I told him I admired his commitment to his faith and that I'd meet him at the club for another kind of discipline.
Kinky Boy explained the club's rules as we walked over. The woman who runs the club asks that no woman call herself Mistress so and so or refer to herself as a goddess or domme. There are no masters or slaves. Also forbidden are ropes, chains, studded collars or any kind of gear that references bondage. She wants no S&M inference in her spanking club, but has attendees identify themselves as tops, bottoms or switches. Everyone gets a nametag of three different colors, according to what role they want to play. I made a point of avoiding those with white name tags... the switches! I was a spanker... not a spankee!
more rules. No pandering or prostitution. No cameras or recording devices. No frontal nudity. No latex, diapers or cross-dressing. The group is known to be heterosexual and tries for an even ratio of men to women, what I actually noticed at the event I attended.
While waiting for religious Robert to appear, I was approached by a few men as I sipped a Spanish red wine someone had brought. (Attendees are encouraged to contribute to a communal food table.) Half the men there were looking to be spanked; many of the others (tops) had brought someone with them. Quite a few tops would make their way over to me, expectant smiles on their faces, only to see that my nametag specified I was a top as well. These disappointed gents barely said 'hello' ...they were there to spank and it wasn't going to be me!
A college boy from an Ivy League school stopped to chat. It didn't take much small talk to conclude he wanted to be initiated into I Beata Thigh. I took him into one of the dozen plus black curtained privacy cubicles and went over the safety rules. Uttering the word "yellow" or putting a hand on the ankle means "ease up" and saying "red" means stop immediately. College Boy wasted no time in dropping trousers and plopping himself over my. knees, his bare bottom wiggling in anticipation of my strokes. As I flailed him, he squirmed a bit and-then asked for "harder My flashy and shiny paddle was more for show than effect, I realized, then let my hand loose on his rapidlypinkening buttocks.
I wasn't in the black curtained room with College Boy for more than a few minutes ...didn't want to miss the arrival of my date, Religious Robert. I'd been asked to spank quite a few dudes there, both before and after College Boy. I'd told them that I was "waiting for my date". When the short, wizened and bearded Robert finally arrived, many were wondering "What has he got?"
The answer? Me to spank him! Robert was a sweetheart, and a pleasure to be with... and spank. Schooled in Europe, he told me that many older guys into spanking were from Europe where paddling was a widely practiced elementary school custom. Talking during class, being sarcastic to your teacher, not living up to your intellectual potential... anything could trigger a spanking. For many, being walloped on the buttocks triggered memories of their youth.
I remembered another man who loved to be spanked; he was from England and told me his nanny had applied the hairbrush to him when he was naughty.
"What do you get out of it now?" I asked Robert. "Sexual pleasure," he replied, his legs twitching as I hit his buttocks again and again in a rhythm rapidly gaining speed.
"Harder!" he gasped, as the pleasure overtook him. It was amazing how much his buttocks looked like the College Boy... Robert had to have fifty years on him!
After the spanking, Robert walked me to the bus station. We passed a park where I commanded him to stop and serenade me with a song...a little public play to go along with the discipline. Robert was up to the task, singing an old Irish love song in a sweet, clear tenor.
Would I go back to the spanking club? Absolutely. Everyone I met there was open, friendly, interesting and into the scene. But meanwhile...I have so many other fetishes to explore!
If you've ever wondered what it must be like to make your living meeting and beating males. Don't miss our feature on page 52 "A Domme's Tale" written by a former Pro Domme, Nikki Darling.

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Amanda
Editorial Assistant